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You have reached the Book of Venus, goddess of love's passion. She hath many stories of lives long expired and lives yet to come. Yet those texts are kept hidden away, and that which the goddess hath not revealed, she protects with her heart~ Still once many ages ago, a lovesick storyteller did beseech the goddess for some writings of the book. So moved by this plea was she, that she revealed to the storyteller the wealth of her characters' lives. Herewith I translate the goddess' gift- Chronicle of the Heroes

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Diary of Theseus: The Road to Athens 1- The Club Wielder

Tonight I shall sleep well. All that I saw for my future, for my world was proven today in my travels. Like the great Herakles, I was challenged by a great force that divided the land. Periphetes. In Epidaurus I came across this beast of a man. He, the son of Hephaistos with his iron club. I own his club now!

I walked on the path by the swift moving coastal route en right into Epidaurus. And there I was confronted by the Korynetes, Periphetes. He was a slow man. I'm inclined to say he suffered some crippling malign, but that did not excuse his attempt to bludgeon me to death. Me! Theseus. I am the son of a King!

I saw him at the side of the road leaning against the long metal handle of his club. I thought him asleep and made to walk past when I snatched a picture of him watching me out of the corner of my eyes. The thief would steal my life when my back was turned. I took another step slow and labored as I plotted how to prevent his attack, and saw him raise the heavy dull metal club over his head.
Swirling with the speed of one righteous, I caught him off guard, snatched the club from his thick fingers and gave to him what he intended for me. My arms went straining down as I let his club fall repeatedly on him. I could not stop but I did not want to. In the previous town off the circuit following the coastal route to Athens, they spoken of the many loved one and strangers who'd come across this monstrosity of the gods, and had lost their lives. Periphetes' club, my club came down on him. No more. No more loss of innocent life to this monster. When he was dead, the road ran red with blood and bone. But I felt no remorse. And then the gods sent down rain to clean away the path and to clean off the stench of death on my body.

Now this part of the road to Athens is clean, as am I, and I feel accomplishment at having made some small place in the world, safe. I shall continue to restore the safety of this route as long as the gods are willing. I must sleep now. My eyes quickly lose their allegiance to me in times of need.
I am anxious to see what comes tomorrow.